This descending damming darkness,
the merging! this dingy gray shroud of foggy clinging mist.
The piercing croak of the toads wouldn’t relent
the chaotic chirping sounds of the crickets the devil sent .

My psychotic break! death! now watches and waits
I’m outside her widow while deciding her fate.
Her petite body moving with such grace,
her golden hair the beauty in her face, isolated in this place.

Shattering glass there is terror in surprise
I’m feeding on her screeching blood gurgling cries.
Seized by the throat there’s please in her eyes
my demonic thrill that was provoked, their would be no hope

I plunged my knight into her chest, my pleasure crested
then the quick twist of my knight, our lips would press.